Calvin "Freckle" McMurray - 3/??officerwhiskersNovember 2 2011, 23:59:57 UTC
6. Personality: Shy, quiet, mannerly and with a taste for justice, Calvin is a regular model citizen. That is, if you can get past the occasional loose screw when his mother isn't looking and he's got a gun in his hands. This kitten-faced gunman has a habit of being a bit serious when he's uneasy about things, but will likely warm up to you rather quickly. Despite being kicked out of the academy, Calvin will do whatever he must to be seen as a figure of justice, vigilante justice or otherwise. On a rainy day you can see him playing tiddly-winks or some sort of card game.
7. Previous Game Developments: No previous CR
8. Appearance: He has a round baby face with a button nose and a short snout. His ears are wide and nearly a bit too big for him. His eyes are tilted but innocent, and he has a fringe of white fur running down his cheeks. His rather poofy tail is stripped with darker rings. Also, did I forget to mention he's an anthropomorphic orange tabby cat? Lackadaisy is set in a universe without humans, where cats take their place in society. As for clothes, Freckle will be wearing a dark green vest, white collared button down, darker green pinstriped trousers, and brown loafers. He stands at 5'2"
9. Abilities: Freckle is as agile and quick as you'd expect an actual cat to be, though in the keep he probably wont be quite as fast as he's used to. He's also quite the marksman with firearms (Not so sure about bows.) though that skill might as well be nonexistent with the lack of guns at the keep.
10. Languages: English for both!
11. Items: Nothing but a small club suit pin from the lackadaisy.
12. Weapons: The Tommy gun he had just picked up off of the ground, only now it's more of a cap gun in the sense that it'll make a loud bang and flash but will shoot blanks. It's now a movie-style prop.
Calvin "Freckle" McMurray - 4/??officerwhiskersNovember 3 2011, 00:01:17 UTC
13. Writing sample - Third Person Prose: "McMurray, if you're going to join the force, you're going to need to fire a weapon at least once. Y'can't keep puttin' this off." The voice said, echoing around in an anxious Calvin's head. There he stood, in his own little booth at the firing range, his fellow officers-in-training in the neighboring stands. The revolver was set there before him, tempting the young cat. He looked from side to side, watching his peers shoot like true rookies. For God's sake they're not even holding it right! "No! Look, like ME!" Calvin snarled, snatching the pistol without even putting in his earplugs. A crazed grin cracked across his face as he swung the pistol up, aimed, and shot. Two shots hit right on target and the third hit the sheet dead center in the head. The others stared over at Calvin, uneasily as he continued to shoot, this time aiming at the two neighboring targets, hitting those perfectly as well. It would all be something to be proud of, if not for the maniacal laughter that followed. "See? THAT'S how you shoot. If those were people they would be DEAD! HEHEHAHAHA- LET GO OF ME! LET GO, YOU PIKERS! YOU GOT A BEEF WITH ME, LET'S TAKE IT OUTSIDE!"
That was the last time Calvin set foot in the academy. It was a painful ride home but he knew it'd be immensely worse if his mother, Nina, ever found out the real reason he was kicked out. "What's the matter? Can't tell your own mother something? In all my years, I'd never think my own son would fancy himself superior enough to keep something from the woman who gave birth to him.". "It's not that, mom. There was an... incident. I just don't want to talk about it.." he said, frowning as he gloomily stared out the window. "The lord doesn't save liars, boy," Nina said, shooting a sharp, analytical glance at her son, "you remember that. Your loving mother might not ask any further, but ya can't hide a thing from God." "I know...". Rocky never had to worry about any of this, Calvin thought. He's too busy living an exciting life, fighting crime and laying down the law...
14. Writing sample - First Person: -HA HA HA HAAaaa...haa.... Huh? Rocky? Miss... Miss M? Zib? Where are you guys? ...Where is everyone?! Rocky this isn't funny, come out already! How did I get here? Did I black out- Oh no-... I-I didn't do anything against the law, did I? I knew this was a bad idea... Why did I follow you, Rocky. Did I get arrested? Oh man, don't tell Mom I got pinched, Rocky! My mom- [GASP]...! How long has it been- How long have I been out! I need to get home now! Mom's going to be wondering where I went and if I'm not back soon she's gonna kill me! And not just that! THEN, she'll give me an earful for takin' wooden nickels from you AGAIN, Rocky! You swore nothing would go wrong, again, Rocky. You SWORE! She's going to do worse to you when she finds out what you've really been up to.
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Writing sample - Third Person Prose:
"McMurray, if you're goin’ to join the force, you're goin’ to need to fire a weapon at least once. Y'can't keep puttin' this off." The voice said, echoing around in an anxious Calvin's head. There he stood, in his own little booth at the firing range, his fellow officers-in-training in the neighboring stands. The revolver set before him was a temptation for the young cat. He looked from side to side, watching his peers shoot like inexperienced rookies.
For God's sake they're not even holding them right!
"No! Look, like ME!" Calvin snarled, snatching the pistol without even putting in his earplugs. A crazed grin cracked across his face as he swung the gun up, aimed, and shot. Two shots, right on target. The third hit the sheet: dead center head shot. The others stared over at Calvin uneasily, watching as he continued to shoot. He was now aiming at the two neighboring targets and hitting those perfectly as well. It would all be something to be proud of, if not for the maniacal laughter that followed. "See? THAT'S how you shoot! If those were people they would be DEAD! HEHEHAHAHA- HEY LET GO OF ME! LET GO YOU PIKERS! YOU GOT BEEF WITH ME, LET'S TAKE IT OUTSIDE!"
That was the last time Calvin set foot in the academy. It was a painful ride home, but he knew it'd be immensely worse if his mother, Nina, ever found out the real reason he was kicked out.
"What's the matter? Can't tell your own mother something? In all my years, I wouldn't have thought my own son would fancy himself superior enough to keep something from the woman who gave birth to him."
"It's not that, mom. There was an...incident. I just don't want to talk about it." He said with a frown as he gloomily stared out the window.
"The lord doesn't save liars, boy," Nina said, shooting a sharp, analytical glance at her son. "You remember that. Your loving mother might not ask any further, but ya can't hide a thing from God."
"I know..." Rocky never has to worry about any of this, Calvin thought. He's too busy living an exciting life, fighting crime and laying down the law...
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7. Previous Game Developments: No previous CR
8. Appearance: He has a round baby face with a button nose and a short snout. His ears are wide and nearly a bit too big for him. His eyes are tilted but innocent, and he has a fringe of white fur running down his cheeks. His rather poofy tail is stripped with darker rings. Also, did I forget to mention he's an anthropomorphic orange tabby cat? Lackadaisy is set in a universe without humans, where cats take their place in society. As for clothes, Freckle will be wearing a dark green vest, white collared button down, darker green pinstriped trousers, and brown loafers. He stands at 5'2"
9. Abilities: Freckle is as agile and quick as you'd expect an actual cat to be, though in the keep he probably wont be quite as fast as he's used to. He's also quite the marksman with firearms (Not so sure about bows.) though that skill might as well be nonexistent with the lack of guns at the keep.
10. Languages: English for both!
11. Items: Nothing but a small club suit pin from the lackadaisy.
12. Weapons: The Tommy gun he had just picked up off of the ground, only now it's more of a cap gun in the sense that it'll make a loud bang and flash but will shoot blanks. It's now a movie-style prop.
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That was the last time Calvin set foot in the academy. It was a painful ride home but he knew it'd be immensely worse if his mother, Nina, ever found out the real reason he was kicked out. "What's the matter? Can't tell your own mother something? In all my years, I'd never think my own son would fancy himself superior enough to keep something from the woman who gave birth to him.". "It's not that, mom. There was an... incident. I just don't want to talk about it.." he said, frowning as he gloomily stared out the window. "The lord doesn't save liars, boy," Nina said, shooting a sharp, analytical glance at her son, "you remember that. Your loving mother might not ask any further, but ya can't hide a thing from God." "I know...". Rocky never had to worry about any of this, Calvin thought. He's too busy living an exciting life, fighting crime and laying down the law...
14. Writing sample - First Person: -HA HA HA HAAaaa...haa.... Huh? Rocky? Miss... Miss M? Zib? Where are you guys? ...Where is everyone?! Rocky this isn't funny, come out already! How did I get here? Did I black out- Oh no-... I-I didn't do anything against the law, did I? I knew this was a bad idea... Why did I follow you, Rocky. Did I get arrested? Oh man, don't tell Mom I got pinched, Rocky! My mom- [GASP]...! How long has it been- How long have I been out! I need to get home now! Mom's going to be wondering where I went and if I'm not back soon she's gonna kill me! And not just that! THEN, she'll give me an earful for takin' wooden nickels from you AGAIN, Rocky! You swore nothing would go wrong, again, Rocky. You SWORE! She's going to do worse to you when she finds out what you've really been up to.
15. Tattoo: 'Round the base of his tail
16. Room Preference: None
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"McMurray, if you're goin’ to join the force, you're goin’ to need to fire a weapon at least once. Y'can't keep puttin' this off." The voice said, echoing around in an anxious Calvin's head. There he stood, in his own little booth at the firing range, his fellow officers-in-training in the neighboring stands. The revolver set before him was a temptation for the young cat. He looked from side to side, watching his peers shoot like inexperienced rookies.
For God's sake they're not even holding them right!
"No! Look, like ME!" Calvin snarled, snatching the pistol without even putting in his earplugs. A crazed grin cracked across his face as he swung the gun up, aimed, and shot. Two shots, right on target. The third hit the sheet: dead center head shot. The others stared over at Calvin uneasily, watching as he continued to shoot. He was now aiming at the two neighboring targets and hitting those perfectly as well. It would all be something to be proud of, if not for the maniacal laughter that followed. "See? THAT'S how you shoot! If those were people they would be DEAD! HEHEHAHAHA- HEY LET GO OF ME! LET GO YOU PIKERS! YOU GOT BEEF WITH ME, LET'S TAKE IT OUTSIDE!"
That was the last time Calvin set foot in the academy. It was a painful ride home, but he knew it'd be immensely worse if his mother, Nina, ever found out the real reason he was kicked out.
"What's the matter? Can't tell your own mother something? In all my years, I wouldn't have thought my own son would fancy himself superior enough to keep something from the woman who gave birth to him."
"It's not that, mom. There was an...incident. I just don't want to talk about it." He said with a frown as he gloomily stared out the window.
"The lord doesn't save liars, boy," Nina said, shooting a sharp, analytical glance at her son. "You remember that. Your loving mother might not ask any further, but ya can't hide a thing from God."
"I know..." Rocky never has to worry about any of this, Calvin thought. He's too busy living an exciting life, fighting crime and laying down the law...
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